As Han Yu listened to the conversations he realized much of it was the usual sect gossip: a new Elder scolding their disciples, an alchemist blowing up his workshop again, and the ever-popular betting pool on which disciple would be caught skipping sword practice next.
But then one conversation caught Han Yu's attention.
"…I'm telling you, if I don't pay back Senior Brother Duan soon, he's going to send that bird of his to bite my nose off."
"You borrowed how much from him?" the friend across from him whispered.
"Five hundred spirit stones. But the interest doubled. I've only got my sword and this jade slip left—and I can't sell the sword or I won't be able to complete my missions next week."
"Then sell the jade slip, fool! It's mid-grade, right? You can still get one thousand or fifteen hundred stones for it if you find the right person."
Han Yu sipped his porridge calmly, but his mind was already turning.
Mid-grade communication jade slip, huh?
